Day 8

Oh dear. A bad day. Not only did I have an upset tummy which meant I had to stay indoors today mainly reading, close to the loo (tmi I know) but it was also much cooler and even rained.

Worst of all I nearly booked a flight home. Fed up of being cooped up and confined here, that it had really done my head in.

Challenging fellow retreater, C, to chess (not a game I have ever really played before) to get my brain going allowed me to get some perspective. (Mind you, she beat me both times, which was tough!) That and seeking the support of my wonderful family via FaceTime and whatsapp both helped enormously. N has promised messages of 'manly ruggedness' to get me through Monday if I need them! I am blessed to have such caring siblings.

I spoke to K who runs the place to say I want to leave but agreed to sleep on it before booking a flight.

I'm writing this the following morning and am pleased to say that sleep has done it's thing and my resolve has returned and, for now at least, I'll be staying. Hurrah! It's the usual thing of allowing myself to consider the option to do something unthinkable often leads to me deciding not to pursue it. Like the endless pool. Weird but good.